The sylvan library

[Anastasia]

"No no! Get on, that's how I take you," The Root King insists, "Trust me, you need to."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow but complies.

[Anastasia]

Jarem steps right up to the branches as the others fly up - Ianvasah takes dragon form, albeit a small dragon and perches in the branches as well. You're above the forest now, mist a bit thinner as the tree begins to stride ahead.

"Here we go, hold on tight! Oh, and mind the wind dragons!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Always with the dragons..."

She settles in and keeps herself stable with her flight.

[Anastasia]

"Dragons?" Jarem says, shield positioned, "Great."

"Well, this got more interesting," Emily perks up.

Perception.

[Iron Dragoon]

Perception:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+43 : 17 + 43, total 60[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

As all of you stand on tree branches, winds begin to blow. The Root King stomps along, through the forest as you feel it, more and more. The wind is picking up, and with it you can notice swirls and eddies of wind forming nearly invisible tornadoes and whorls, gathering together around the tree.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa studies the phenomenon as best she can.

Is Detect Magic still active?

[Anastasia]

Yes. Make Spellcraft and then K:A.

[Iron Dragoon]

Spellcraft:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+45 : 19 + 45, total 64[/blockquote]

K:A:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+43 : 16 + 43, total 59[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

The winds are forming around elemental energy, creating a type of elemental. Not a normal elemental, but something tinged with draconic energy.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa mutters to herself, "Dragon elemental..."

She focuses on them as they go.

[Anastasia]

"Great," Jarem says, "How strong?"

"Oh!" Emily perks up, "Really?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"They're forming around us. From the wind. I'm trying to figure out how..."

[Anastasia]

Ianvasah readies herself, "Oh, little wyrms want to fight?"

Jarem glances back, "Little wyrms still have big teeth."

As Ianvasah scoffs, you see them. Four of them - each at a cardinal direction. The size of a horse or so, a miniature dragon ready to pounce, 30ft away as the tree strides along. You have a problem!

Init.